Like most civic-minded people, I haven’t left my house in weeks. Occasional forays to the supermarket, to pick up bottles of water and to fetch locally-owned restaurant carry-out, are handled by my wonderful, and much younger husband, Donny. His immune system is in much better shape than mine. As a result, he’s become my Knight…… Continue reading Weathering The Storm
I have made a living with words for the better part of 30 years. I started out, in 1989, as a proofreader for a publishing company in Phoenix that specialized in video magazines and catalogs (remember those?). Three years later, I was Managing Editor of the whole shebang. I had shown an aptitude for writing…… Continue reading Experiencing Life
I stumbled across this in my archives and it amused me, so I thought I’d share it again. You’re welcome… A – Age: A gentleman never asks and a lady never tells. Ruuude. B – Bed size: about the same as standing up size, I figure, though there’s probably a little unsightly spread. C…… Continue reading ABC’s of B.O.R.E.D.O.M.
Agatha Wentwhistle watched as the achievements of humanity rolled past the window of the factory-bound bus. Houses and yards flashed by, giving way to parking lots and store fronts. Each gave glimpses into lives she would never fully comprehend, as she reviewed memories that would soon be wiped completely from her data banks. Her internal…… Continue reading True Companion
“It’s a myth, you know,” SHe said matter-of-factly. “There’s no such thing as predestination. All you can expect out of life is a series of random gestures strung together like popcorn; each with its own kernel of redundancy.” As if to prove Hir point, SHe spread her wings and decimated a village in the Andes.…… Continue reading Tea For Two
I put my laptop to sleep and stretch languidly. The house is dark. My assignment is far from completed, but hunger sends me in search of sustenance. Something easy. Leftovers. They don’t even have to be warm. After that, who knows? Maybe a Netflix binge… As I pass the bedroom door, something in the corner…… Continue reading Dreadline
Mayzie had a flower growing out of the top of her head, it’s true, but that’s where the truth ends. Despite what the good rhyming doctor would have us believe, she was actually seen as an outcast and a freak. She was ridiculed and terrorized from the day the thing sprouted from her crown, while…… Continue reading Flower Pressure